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The
Indians
were
out
,
and
near
at
hand
,
reaping
their
harvest
of
scalps
!
That
of
young
Poindexter
was
the
firstfruits
of
their
sanguinary
gleaning
!
Henry
Poindexter
--
the
noble
generous
youth
who
had
not
an
enemy
in
all
Texas
!
Who
but
Indians
could
have
spilled
such
innocent
blood
?
Only
the
Comanches
could
have
been
so
cruel
?
Among
the
horsemen
,
who
came
quickly
together
on
the
parade
ground
of
Port
Inge
,
no
one
doubted
that
the
Comanches
had
done
the
deed
.
It
was
simply
a
question
of
how
,
when
,
and
where
.
The
blood
drops
pretty
clearly
,
proclaimed
the
first
.
He
who
had
shed
them
must
have
been
shot
,
or
speared
,
while
sitting
in
his
saddle
.
They
were
mostly
on
the
off
side
;
where
they
presented
an
appearance
,
as
if
something
had
been
slaked
over
them
.
This
was
seen
both
on
the
shoulders
of
the
horse
,
and
the
flap
of
the
saddle
.
Of
course
it
was
the
body
of
the
rider
as
it
slipped
lifeless
to
the
earth
.
There
were
some
who
spoke
with
equal
certainty
as
to
the
time
--
old
frontiersmen
experienced
in
such
matters
.
According
to
them
the
blood
was
scarce
"
ten
hours
old
:
"
in
other
words
,
must
have
been
shed
about
ten
hours
before
.
It
was
now
noon
.
The
murder
must
have
been
committed
at
two
o'clock
in
the
morning
.
The
third
query
was
,
perhaps
,
the
most
important
--
at
least
now
that
the
deed
was
done
.
Where
had
it
been
done
?
Where
was
the
body
to
be
found
?
After
that
,
where
should
the
assassins
be
sought
for
?
